Chapters (97)
- Cover
- Back Cover Text
- Praise
- Booklist
- Dedication
- Epigraph
- One
- Two
- Three
- Four
- Five
- Six
- Seven
- Eight
- Nine
- Ten
- Eleven
- Twelve
- Thirteen
- Fourteen
- Fifteen
- Sixteen
- Seventeen
- Eighteen
- Nineteen
- Twenty
- Twenty-One
- Twenty-Two
- Twenty-Three
- Twenty-Four
- Twenty-Five
- Twenty-Six
- Twenty-Seven
- Twenty-Eight
- Twenty-Nine
- Thirty
- Thirty-One
- Thirty-Two
- Thirty-Three
- Thirty-Four
- Thirty-Five
- Thirty-Six
- Thirty-Seven
- Thirty-Eight
- Thirty-Nine
- Forty
- Forty-One
- Forty-Two
- Forty-Three
- Forty-Four
- Forty-Five
- Forty-Six
- Forty-Seven
- Forty-Eight
- Forty-Nine
- Fifty
- Fifty-One
- Fifty-Two
- Fifty-Three
- Fifty-Four
- Fifty-Five
- Fifty-Six
- Fifty-Seven
- Fifty-Eight
- Fifty-Nine
- Sixty
- Sixty-One
- Sixty-Two
- Sixty-Three
- Sixty-Four
- Sixty-Five
- Sixty-Six
- Sixty-Seven
- Sixty-Eight
- Sixty-Nine
- Seventy
- Seventy-One
- Seventy-Two
- Seventy-Three
- Seventy-Four
- Seventy-Five
- Seventy-Six
- Seventy-Seven
- Seventy-Eight
- Seventy-Nine
- Eighty
- Eighty-One
- Eighty-Two
- Eighty-Three
- Eighty-Four
- Eighty-Five
- Eighty-Six
- Eighty-Seven
- Eighty-Eight
- Eighty-Nine
- Acknowledgments & A Personal Note
- Excerpt
Sloan slapped the crime scene photos on the desk so Roy, Neal and Linda looked back at her in death.
“No! Stop!”
“Did you stop when the Tullocks pleaded for their lives, Marie?”
Sloan let a moment pass as Marie cried.
“You know we can always reopen Pike’s case,” Sloan said. “Take another look at it and you. Think of your parents, what they’re going through right now, and then for us to exhume Pike from his grave…how will they survive all of this?”
Marie’s handcuffs began clinking because she was trembling.
Sloan leaned close to her. “Everything is stacked against you. You’re going to prison for four counts of second-degree murder. Tell me what happened that night. This is the time to tell the truth. We have the other girls, we have the evidence, and lying will only make things worse for you.”
Marie’s tears splashed onto her handcuffs.
“Are you ready to tell me the truth?”
Marie cleared her throat. “I want a lawyer. You said that I don’t have to say anything to you and that I can have a lawyer. I want a lawyer.”
Thirty-Two
Morden, Manitoba
2000
After interviewing Marie, Sloan and Jurek drove east for about an hour through the Pembina Valley to the town of Morden.
Eternity jail facilities were small and investigators didn’t want the three suspects held in the same building and possibly talking with each other, so they’d arranged for their custody in separate neighboring jurisdictions.
During the drive, cutting along the valley’s rolling hills, Jurek’s mind took him back to the scene in the Tullock home. It was beyond comprehension. But as he’d done with the atrocities he’d seen in Sarajevo, he kept his thoughts to himself as he drove, giving Sloan the quiet to work. She studied reports and made notes, finishing when they arrived.
Morden’s RCMP detachment was located in a small, tree-shaded building resembling a wood-framed bungalow. It evoked a staid air, standing in contrast to the monstrous events that it was now and forever linked to, for accused murderer Jane Elizabeth Klassyn was its sole prisoner.
She was held in one of the detachment’s four cells and was sitting on the narrow bed, looking through the barred window at clouds floating by, when suddenly the locking mechanism of her cell clanked before the steel door opened. A female Mountie, the name Leduc on her name tag, handcuffed her, then transferred her down the hall to a small windowless room with beige cinder block walls. Like Marie, she was wearing an orange jumpsuit that was far too large for her.
She sat in the room alone staring at nothing for nearly twenty minutes. Then Sloan entered.
“Hi again, Janie.”
She didn’t respond as Sloan placed folders and a canvas bag on the table between them, then proceeded to tell her that the room was making an audio-video recording of everything.